Page 16 of Son of a Preacher Man

She had a point.

Lowering her gaze, Kelly zipped her jeans. “I’ve been to the Red Door, remember? I know what y’all do in there.”

The one place he was free. Kelly really had no idea, but she’d seen enough, he supposed. Did she get off watching him with Bo? Was she jealous seeing him and Dillon fuck a size queen’s pussy together, slurping sweet cum from her gaping hole once they finished her?

“That’s different.”

“How so?” Blue eyes bored into his own.

Because we all care about each other, dammit. But he couldn’t tell her that. She wouldn’t get it anyway.

“It just is.”

She stroked his cheek. “I’d like for us to be friends like that, Kodiak.”

“Really now, why?”

“Because I trust you.” She placed her hand on the hard bulge in his jeans. “I know you won’t hurt me.”

He was the last man on Earth she should trust not to do that.

“Oh, I’ll hurt you, Kelly.” He pushed himself into her palm. “Count on it.”

“You feel good.” She squeezed his aching dick. “I think I just might like it.”

“Oh, yeah?” Biting her lips, he kissed her.

“Yeah.”

“I guess we’ll find out sometime.”

Kelly smiled and she was beautiful. “Are we friends then?”

We’re friends.

Opening his eyes, Kodiak looked upon the girl he’d loved from the moment she was born. She slept. He could do it now. He could keep his promise. The thoughts he once feared never came. Kissing his sister’s cheek, he slipped out of her bed. “Goodnight, Linnea.”

Yeah, he was better now.

High on dopamine after her lakefront interlude, Kelly swooped in the door to find Leo admiring his burgundy-painted nails. His head jerked in her direction, and eyeing her up and down, he grinned. “Nice walk?”

“You could say that, I guess.” Containing a fit of giggles, she bit her lip.

What the hell was happening to her? The last time Kelly could remember ever feeling this way was when Kyle Donovan, only the most sought-after boy in school, invited her to senior prom. As it turned out, the dance sucked and Mr. Popular wasn’t all that, but she could still vividly recall how giddy she felt when he asked her. It was like winning the lottery, Christmas morning, and zipping up a pair of jeans that were once a size too small all rolled into one.

Maybe it was just the first orgasm in two years she didn’t have to give herself. Right. Who was she kidding? More like it was the man who gave it to her. And honestly, that surprised her.

She met Stacy after college. And him. It was at a ChiO sisters reunion party. Four years younger, Kelly hadn’t known her when she was in school. Standing at the bar, someone hugged her from behind and softly kissed the back of her neck. She turned around to find the tall, stunning blonde smiling down at her.

An hour later, Kelly sat in silence on a sofa in Stacy’s apartment. Heart popping out of her chest. Dry mouth. She’d never been touched by a woman before. Stacy ran her fingers through her hair, leaning in to kiss her. Their tongues met, and before she could even realize what was happening, Stacy slid her hand beneath her dress and gave her the most intense fingerfucking she’d ever had.

Until today.

“Mmhm.” Cocking his head, Leo buffed his nails on his shirt. “What were you and that hard, wet dream of mine really doin’?”

“Nothing.” Kelly did giggle then. “And you live with your dream man, remember? Or have you forgotten about him? Where’s Katie-Kate?”

“Kevin came in. She went home.” He dragged her over to him. “Now tell Leo everything. What kind of game are you playing, mon cher?”

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